Essence

I can walk about the house and smell her in various places, the bathroom where she gets ready in the morning, or at my desk when she has her purse there next to my work bag, on the pillows after she has left our bed, or on my sweatshirts that she has stolen and made her own.  Our children used to take her perfume bottles from the trash to hide them in their treasure boxes, and take them out again…in their teens and twenties…to smell their mom when they were feeling lonely or simply needful of her nearness.  Her dying father crept downstairs to where she had slept in the spare room after she left for home and curled-up in her bed, crying, holding her pillow…so he could smell her and be near her again.  It is a scent that has become the person who wears it, and it has permeated our lives unknowingly, and boldly…it is something we need, something that we miss without being able to name when it is gone, and something that refreshes and restores our souls when it returns…and it is Mom and daughter and wife and Lori…and the taste that lingers on my lips when I kiss her neck and…it is a fullness of life, a comfort, an essence…of her.

20 responses

  1. In one paragraph you have captured the “essence” of what it means to be human. All the emotions one can feel. I had a visceral reaction to reading this. I needed to read it again to make sure I understood.

    February 22, 2012 at 7:07 am

    • Wow…what a touching comment…thank you, Bonnie. 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 7:10 am

  2. me

    Wow. I am moved beyond words… thank you, Scott Grill 🙂

    February 22, 2012 at 7:22 am

    • You are most welcome, Lori Kim…. 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 7:50 am

  3. Robert G. Longpré

    A truly beautiful poem and testament to the fullness and archetypal power of love. Thank you.

    February 22, 2012 at 7:36 am

    • Such nice words, Robert…and thank you, too. 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 7:50 am

  4. Beautiful Scott. Essence indeed.

    February 22, 2012 at 8:02 am

    • Thank you, Mike…indeed. 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 10:27 am

  5. Very tender, excellent work. 🙂

    February 22, 2012 at 8:44 am

    • Thank you, Eve…very nice words. 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 10:28 am

  6. Beautifully done–vulnerable.

    February 22, 2012 at 10:30 am

    • Thank you, Lilly. 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 10:31 am

  7. Wow, this is deeply moving. Powerfully visual writing. Beautiful.

    February 22, 2012 at 2:38 pm

    • Thank you, Lemony…very much! 🙂

      February 22, 2012 at 3:52 pm

  8. Truly touching Scott, a beautiful tribute.

    February 23, 2012 at 8:17 am

    • Very nice words, Karen…thank you. 🙂

      February 23, 2012 at 3:10 pm

  9. That is just an evocative and sentient piece of writing. Lovingly written. There is so much written and so much condensed and so much unsaid – in a relatively short segment. Exceptional.

    February 24, 2012 at 7:40 am

    • Thank you, Andy…very kind words. 🙂

      February 24, 2012 at 8:00 am

  10. Very moving words, Scott, very deep – and very well done. Adrian

    February 26, 2012 at 4:03 am

    • Very nice words, Adrian…thank you. 🙂

      February 26, 2012 at 1:17 pm

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